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flame out - vonoff1700 lyrics

[intro]
this finna be hard as f*ck (leeky)
yep
(i love you, kay)
free my hood, n*gga, f*ck your hood, n*gga
for real, aight, okay

[verse]
lil’ vono, he don’t play with n*ggas (y’all know that)
when we hit they block, i’m the first to bounce out chasin’ n*ggas (come here, come here)
don’t come ’round tryna kick it, toss gang slimy, we’ll take a n*gga (for real)
bubba, three, and brick, them my dogs, i go on capers with ’em
when i chased him down, i got up close, i asked, “where the f*ck was you goin’?” (you dumbass)
beat up his ride, left his sh*t all on the side, his head was honkin’ the h*rn (the f*ck?)
we k!lled that n*gga on camera, play that sh*t back, we watchin’ this b*tch likе a p*rn (sh*t)
the f*ck is i’m buyin’ a car for? i’ll have baby corey ‘nеm go sn*tch me a foreign
thirty deep up in my clip, when i up off the hip, i’m shootin’ this b*tch like jordan (you know that)
caught his ass tryna get gas, bounced out blastin’, we left his dumb ass at th*rntons (dumbass)
hit his ass all in his legs, he can’t even walk, it look like he had an abortion (the f*ck?)
now i’m finna get rich, now everybody on my d*ck, so, no, you not gettin’ a portion
i did this sh*t myself, i didn’t need help, so why n*ggas think they important? (for real, dumbass)
we k!lled his ass and the opps don’t even care, they treat his lil’ ass like an orphan
okay, he wonder why his b*tch ain’t home, can’t leave me alone, she over here f*ckin’ a horseman (okay)
you n*ggas be tryin’ too hard, that’s why i’m turnt, not burnt, i don’t gotta force it
on god, i k!lled that n*gga, they ain’t believe me, i said that sh*t like korporate (on god)
that n*gga was dead on the ground, we got us a picture, we took that b*tch in portrait (for real)
a b*tch put a pic’ on ig while a n*gga was sleep, i told bro’nem report it
what cars we ridin’, the track’, the scat, the ‘cat? i don’t know, we got too many choices (fast sh*t)
one side tellin’ me to go k!ll, one tellin’ me to chill, i’m hearin’ way too many voices
this not a regular jeep, just look at the seat, this b*tch got too many horses
the gang got only glocks, you wouldn’t believe it, you would think we got an endors*m*nt
in a high*speed chase, you know that we gettin’ away, they callin’ for reinforcements
diss on the gang and watch how fast we blow your brains out (d*mn)
uh, we got his lo’ and sat outside, he never came out (his b*tch ass)
uh, since you tough, drop your dot, let’s have a bang out (right now)
famous called my phone, he just knocked another sane out
b*tch, you here to f*ck, not to play, this not a game house (dumbass)
b*tch, i want a ‘wood, gold watch, stuck there, i’m at the same house (you know that)
i f*cked her good, that b*tch gave me her keys, now this the gang house
you was the n*gga then, but now i’m that n*gga now, lil’ boy, your flame out (n*gga)
[outro]
(free my hood, n*gga) free my hood, n*gga
(f*ck your hood, n*gga) f*ck your hood, n*gga
i’m still on the ave where it’s all good, n*gga
free lil three, n*gga, free morrie, n*gga
free the whole gang, n*gga
i don’t know, n*gga, murderers, n*gga
i made you n*ggas, i’ll end you n*ggas
i don’t wanna be friends with you n*ggas
the f*ck? come on, man
we gone, yeah

- vonoff1700 lyrics

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